Solo but nono

He was always there... at the back of the beach, alone. Then he would race his dinghy, alone. A Solo class, of course. But that was decades ago. Today, we revisited ‘our beach’, the one that gets cut off... reserved for people like us, with boats. Not strictly ‘ours’, but... y’know!

We saw him again today, alone, at the back of the beach before the race. Virtually unchanged, slightly older, but still as creepy! Years ago, there was a murder in Salcombe. We all thought, erroneously it seems, the murderer might be him. But you shouldn’t judge people on appearances!